Mike’s Window of Opportunity

September 5, 1997 – Mike was 22 months old – The day it began …
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Shortly before his 2nd birthday, October 20, 1997, Mike had the recommended developmental assessments and the autism journey began.

Over the years, Mike has received a multitude of therapeutic approaches. While I do not believe in a window of opportunity for brain development, I do believe in a window of opportunity for some aspects of functional behavior management. In short, size matters.  It is easier to physically assist a 5 year old than it is to assist a 15 year old.

My best advice; focus on a form of communication to minimize language anxiety, teach your child be recover from meltdowns, and expose your child to everything.

August 11, 1998 – Mike was 2 years 7 months – Almost

one year after diagnosis…

(Exerts from evaluation)

Relating To People

“The child shows aloofness (seems unaware of adults) at times. Persistent and forceful attempts are necessary to get the child’s attention at times. Minimal contact is made by the child.”


“The child imitates only part of the time and requires a great deal of persistence and help from the adult; frequently imitates only after a delay.”

Emotional Response 

“The child shows definite signs of inappropriate type and/or degree of emotional response. Reactions may be quite inhibited or excessive and unrelated to situations; may grimace, laugh, or become rigid even though no apparent emotional-producing object or event is present.”

Adaptation to Change

“The child actively resists change in routine, tries to continue the old activity, and is difficult to distract. He may become angry and unhappy when an established routine is altered.”

Verbal Communication

“Meaningful speech is not used. The child may make infantile squeals, weird or animal-like sounds, complex noises, approximating speech, or may show persistent, bizarre use of some recognizable words or phrases.”

Activity Level 

“The child exhibits extremes of activity or inactivity and may even shift from one extreme to the other.”

General Impression

“The child shows many symptoms or an extreme degree of autism.”

May 6, 1999 – Mike was 3-years 6-months – Almost

two years after official diagnosis …

(Exert from speech evaluation) 


June 2, 2005 – Mike was 9-years 7-months – Almost

eight years after formal diagnosis … 

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Yes, at 9 years 7 month, Mike was just “beginning to use 2-3 word phrases to communicate”. If there is a ‘window of opportunity’ – it opened after this evaluation. 

If you would like to learn more about the changes I implemented during this time period, please attend the Autism Hippie webinar series.

Taking this trip back in time has been a wonderful experience. If you don’t believe that anything is possible, go watch some of Mike’s videos!









Because You Have Autism

It has taken me several weeks to process my emotions and attempt to compose this blog posting.

While I typically have the answers to Mike’s question, this one left me speechless – unable to respond. In my mind, all I could conjure was because you have autism. Knowing that Mike would not be able to process the cruel realities of that response, I simply tried to redirect his attention elsewhere. While I successfully redirected Mike, the incident has been haunting me.

Last month, we celebrated Mike’s birthday with a dinner party at Outback Steakhouse. A few of Mike’s teachers and classmates joined us in the celebration. If you follow my blog, you have heard me mention Mike’s special friend, Lisa.

Lisa and Mike were classmates for four years and developed a true friendship. I have taken Lisa and Mike to Disney World, movies, school dances, dinners, and all of the school functions offered. They ate lunch together in the lunchroom and on occasion would even hold hands. In the most innocent way possible, Lisa is Mike’s girlfriend.

Mike and Lisa had not seen each other for several months prior to his birthday dinner and they were thrilled to be together. They sat at the end of our long table watching YouTube videos on Mike’s iPad, both smiling – happy to be together.

As we were leaving the restaurant, Mike grabbed my arm and said, “Lisa goes to the doctor to get a baby.” The comment jolted and confused me. I had no idea what he was referencing. In my mind, I started sorting through the catalogue of movie and YouTube scripts. I was stumped and a little concerned that other people heard his comment. I tried to shush him and redirect the conversation to his birthday, but he was determined to make me understand. He repeated the statement again and held up his iPad for me to see.

On Mike’s iPad was a cartoon picture of a family. The mom was in a hospital bed holding their new baby and the dad was sitting next to her. I immediately understood what he was saying and it was as if I knife had been plunged through my heart.

Mike understands the seasons of life. He wants what everyone wants – a family of his own.

That night as I walked our dogs, the tears started to flow. How do I tell my son that he cannot have what everyone else has? How do I explain that his life is ‘different’ and NOT equal? How much does he really understand? How much pain and longing will he experience throughout his lifetime?

Today, as I sit here writing, tears streaming down my face, I still do not have the answers. The only one I can come up with – because you have autism.




Jerry Seinfeld, NO AUTISM FOR YOU!

Jerry Seinfeld announces that he might have autism

– and the crowd goes wild!

After reading a few of the rants, I am left with only one question, ‘when did autism become a competitive sport?’

On occasion, I find myself asking this question when I read my blog. It typically plays out like this…

POST: Send help, Mike has repeated, “her skin turned to ice – her hair turned white” a million times.

     COMMENT: You should be thankful your son CAN talk.

     COMMENT: I would give anything to listen to my child script.

The comments are jolting and typically turn an otherwise positive outlet for parents into an uncomfortable downer. We are all affected by autism, why should any of us be thankful for the trials?

In case you are feeling isolated, please know, we ALL wish your child could talk! While I am happy that Mike has some language, I wish he could have a conversation that did not include movie scripts. Autism or not, as a parent, we ALL wish we could eliminate the challenges our children face.

Accepting autism is a process, wherever you fall on the spectrum, there are hardships, and there is humor.

For me, humor has been my lifeboat. As soon as I was able to laugh, I knew I would be okay. It takes a measure of acceptance to laugh through your life – whatever you are dealt.

I have the unique background of being an autism parent and an autism clinician. I have worked with countless families covering the full spectrum.

To the parent of a child on the lower end of the spectrum who is envious of the parent whose child is on the higher end of the spectrum, I say, be careful what you wish for. If autism were a competitive sport, there would be very few winners.

I can assure you, sitting on the floor of a school bathroom, crying with a 12-year-old with HFA because he cannot understand ‘why’ he does not fit in SUCKS!

In that moment, I was not thinking – gee, I wish Mike could experience this. Quite the opposite, I was thinking, I am so happy Mike does not experience this – he is HAPPY! While he has some desires beyond his limitation, for the most part, he is comfortable in his own skin.

From the outside, we can all look at Jerry Seinfeld and envy his success, for none of us truly knows his struggles – nor are we entitled to know them. I believe George said it best …

 “Jerry, just remember, it’s not a lie if you believe it.”

– George Costanza

So, lets all put away our daggers. Let us unify and focus our envy on the people who REALLY deserve it – the smart people, with money and vacation homes. The people who get enough sleep and have nice clean homes. You know them – the people who do not have any children at all!

It’s a JOKE –Yada, Yada, Yada – Serenity NOW!!!


My Haunted House

I hear footsteps, crashes, doors opening and closing, voices, and strange noises on a regular basis. I am often jolted from my sleep in a panic. I am unable to locate objects or find that they have been moved. I often find things inexplicably broken.

Yes, my house is haunted – It has been for years.

In the movies, we often find ourselves wondering why the families do not move out of their haunted houses. Why do they subject themselves to the stress and anxiety of living with ghosts? Who would want to live in fear, waiting for the next haunting to occur, always on edge and unable to fully relax in their own homes? Why do they stay?

For me, the answer is simple. Moving would be pointless, there is no eluding the ghosts. They haunt me wherever I am. Even in solitude, there is no reprieve, for I know the phone can ring at any moment. A single call can rip me from a seemly normal routine and turn my day upside down.

Several years ago, I used that analogy to describe to a friend what it is like living with autism. I have never been able to come up with a more accurate description of my home life. I live with a heightened sense of awareness, constantly monitoring my environment for unexplained or unwanted noises and even silence. For I know from experience that any of those things could mean disaster. The unexpected is expected – it is only a matter of time.

Among other thing, over the years, those unexpected sounds have included broken lamps, a TV being pulled off of the stand, leather furniture being punctured with a candlestick, broken glass on a fireplace, the pool cleaning brush breaking out the screens of the pool enclosure, a stuffed animal being sucked into the pool pump system, and a $12,000 flood.

If you are the parent of a child with autism, you know exactly what I am writing about. Being jolted from our ‘normal lives’ is our normal life. We are constantly on edge and alert. Even sleep, when we get it, brings little relief. Being jolted in the middle of the night is a common occurrence.

It is not surprising to learn that many parents suffer from depression, anxiety attacks, and even posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD). We never fully ‘turn off’ from our commitment and responsibilities. We are on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and it never ends.

While I am ‘haunted’ ‘less frequently now that Mike is older, I am no longer ‘living with the ghosts.’ Simply put, we cohabitate. I am unaffected and unfazed by situations that would cause most people to run for the door. For me, accepting cohabitation was the only way I could gain control and achieve happiness. It was a choice to let go of being irritated by the accommodations one must make to live in a haunted house. By making that choice, I have been able to find my happiness within his happiness, even when it inconveniences and/or annoys me.

I have accepted that my house will always be haunted. I have been able to exercise the most annoying ghosts and even enjoy some of them. Thankfully, for now, the ghosts have not been as startling but who knows what tomorrow might bring? See that is the thing about living in a haunted house – you never know what will jump out to get you next.



My Favorite Ghostbuster






1. “Do you seriously want me to bury you in paperwork?” -AH

2. In response to an Assistant Superintendent asking, if I felt intimidated by the 30 people the district brought to Mike’s IEP meeting to intimidate me.

“Not at all, I’m only intimidated when I’m impressed!” -AH

3 “Our tax dollars hard at work.” -AH

4. “You’ve never met my son, how do you know that he would benefit from group speech?” -AH

5. “You’ve convinced me! He cannot hold a crayon but I think he will love participating in your violin class. I look forward to the public performance.” -AH

6. “I’m sorry, but violin class is part of his IEP, which is a legal document. If you would like to change your recommendation, you need to call for another IEP meeting. Until then, since you are legally obligated, I expect you to implement the IEP.” -AH

7. “You’re a government employee. I’m a taxpayer – you work for ME.” -AH

8. “According to YOUR website – that’s the law.”-AH

9. “Before we proceed, I’m going to need that in writing.” -AH

10. “According to your data sheets, among other things, Mike knew the phonetic sound to the letter M on November 3rd. Is that correct?” –AH

“Yes” – The Districts CBA – the man has a PHD

“Your name is on the data sheets. Are you the person who worked with him?” -AH

“Yes.” – CBA, PHD

“Before you falsify legal documents to present at an IEP meeting, you really should check the attendance records. November 3rd is Mike’s birthday – he was not at school. I guess we all agree upon the Independent Assessments at District expense now!” – AH

11. “… and you’re a Certified Behavior Analyst?” -AH

12. “How do you become the Superintendent of the 10th largest school district with a degree in agriculture?” -AH

13. “You do realize that the kitchen is in the classroom for a reason. Under the Freedom of Information Law, I would like a copy of the school budget for the Culinary Program and the ESE life skills cooking program. Something tells me that the typical students are cooking with actual food.” -AH

14. “I’ll be here EVERY day!” -AH

15. “I’ll be here until you do your job.” -AH

16. “How do you know he can walk up and down stairs alternating feet?” – AH

“I watched him entering the building.” – OT

“He arrived in a stroller – I guess we all agree upon the independent assessments at district expense now.”-AH

17. “As a professional, I bet you’re embarrassed by your recommendations.” -AH

18. At the end of an IEP meeting: “I’d like to call another IEP meeting.” -AH

19. “Do you mind moving, I’d prefer to sit at the head of the table so I can see everyone’s happy faces.” -AH

20. “Before we get started, I’m going to pass around a piece of paper. Please provide me your name, title, supervisor’s name, phone number, email address, and the number of times you have observed and/or interacted with my son.” -AH

21. “This is a Title 1 school, you’re receiving additional funding to lower your class sizes. If your Kindergarten class is going to have close to 30 students in it, someone is misappropriating funds.” – AH (Later found out she was my new neighbor.)


BONUS: Ten years after leaving the public school system, the Director

of Special Education whom I dealt with retired.

I sent her a retirement card…



Another Milestone Lost

It’s that time of year again – prom season. It’s the time of year when I avoid my Facebook Newsfeed like the plague. The pictures of my friend’s teenagers eat away at me. I look at my friend’s son who was born around the same time as Mike and feel the giant gap between our boys. This year, the pain is compounded by the reality that Mike is a senior. He should be preparing for graduation, packing for college, and attending the prom like the rest of his classmates. He is not.

If you follow my blog, you know how deeply I love, accept, and celebrate Mike. I’ve rejoiced with every milestone; knowing how much effort basic tasks are for him to master. I do my best to approach each day with acceptance. I have mastered the art of burying my pain and remembering that each day is a gift. This year, I’ve been having a difficult time pushing away the painful realities. I’ve received college brochures, been solicited for graduation announcements, and even received a call from a military recruiter. There have been countless little ‘hits’ that I’ve had to push out of my mind and heart. At the beginning of the year, I was provided a graduation packet that included a form to order Mike’s cap & gown. I glanced at it and stuck it in a pile of papers on my desk. I haven’t been able to open the packet since, and the deadlines have past.

While I’m proud of Mike’s accomplishments, I’m also feeling melancholy. He is graduating, but returning to the same school for four more years. He will be there after his younger sister matriculates to college. He will be there until he is twenty-two years old.

After painful consideration, I’ve decided to skip Mike’s high school graduation ceremony. While I have no doubt that his school and teachers would provide whatever accommodations necessary to ensure that his participation would be without incident, I’m just not sure that there is anything that could accommodate ME.

I know that I won’t be able to sit in an audience and watch his typical peers transition to life without feeling immense sadness. I don’t want to listen to speeches about opportunities and the future. I don’t want to see Mike sitting in the crowd of students with headphones on and playing on his iPad. I don’t want to spend his Graduation day mourning for his reality.

I’ve decided to celebrate Mike’s accomplishments in a manner that he will enjoy. I’ve decided to have a private party with his friends and family. I’ve decided to avoid the traditional and opt for the personal. In all honesty, a private party is probably the greatest graduation present I could give him. It’s an accommodation that will let him be ‘Mike’.








Behavioral Meltdowns

In my previous post, https://autismhippie.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/meltdowns/, I described my approach to sensory meltdowns.  Basically, a sensory meltdown occurs when the individual is overwhelmed and unable to process their surroundings.

Then there are behavioral meltdowns. These are more like temper tantrums – at a significantly higher level. The individual typically wants or doesn’t want something. For an individual with communication challenges, these can be extremely frustrating. There is a sense of urgency that they’re not being understood. The behaviors tend to escalate because the need is not being met. Oftentimes, a behavioral meltdown escalates into a sensory meltdown.

When Mike was little, he did a great job using meltdowns to get his way. There is power in meltdowns and it’s an easy tool.  He barely had language, so I was constantly reinforcing his requests. When I tried to deny them, he would protest, oftentimes leading to behavioral meltdowns.

While a behavioral meltdown can be challenging, there is only one way to reduce their occurrences. The child must be taught to understand “NO”.

Sounds easy enough – LOL! Trust me, I have bought the toy to avoid the meltdown. I have conceded the fight on many occasions. It’s embarrassing for parents and with therapy appointments to get to; it’s often easier to give in.  Then it occurred to me – Mike is smarter than that.  He can learn to deal with ‘NO’. Actually, he HAD to learn to deal with ‘no’.

I also had to come to terms with my own guilt.  I had moments where I felt so badly for Mike’s struggles that I would have bought him an elephant, if it had made him happy. I tried to compensate for his challenges with things.

At some point, I finally recognized that I couldn’t afford to fulfill his every demand.  Furthermore, I was harming him by doing so.  Eventually, someone is going to tell him “no”.  Did I want that to occur when he was 60 or 200-pounds?

I have always been conscious of the fact the Mike was going to be a large man. I knew that I had to be very consistent and follow through with consequences.  I had to maintain control and leadership over Mike to keep him safe.

So, I started out on my quest. Since most meltdowns seemed to occur when I was rushing and/or carrying my then, toddler daughter, I planned opportunities to practice teaching this skill. I brought him to stores during the morning hours when the crowds were minimal and my daughter was at preschool.  I selected stores that sold desired items.  In essence, I set him up to have a behavioral meltdown.  At first, I allowed him to select one small item, which would be given to him when he calmed down. Since I planned these life-lessons, I was able to remain calm.  I was prepared to block-out the stares and ugly looks from random strangers.  I was prepared to spend as much time as we needed to ride out the meltdown. Since leaving the store without the desired item was a challenge, I was prepared to carry him to the car and soothe him there. I lived in Washington at the time, so dog days of summer were not an issue.

My focus was on remaining calm and comforting my child while he learned that life was not going to always give him EVERYTHING he desires. I utilized the same calming techniques described in my posting, Meltdowns.

Since these outings were educational – I maintained a random pattern. I didn’t want Mike to get anxious every time I took him to a store without his sister. As we progressed, I included my daughter during the outings.  Since she was used to receiving ‘guilty-mom’ items too, it was a learning experience for her, as well. At times, I would allow desired items.  At other times, I did not. Which I might add, is life!

Today, Mike rarely has meltdowns with me.  He understands that I follow through with consequences and I’m not scared of him. I am able to refuse certain inappropriate video games or movies he requests. He has the opportunity to earn desired items and/or wait for the next gift-giving holiday.  Which, I might add, is life!




I recently had a very insightful exchange with an autistic friend of mine about meltdowns. She explained to me that during a meltdown, she is fully aware of her surroundings and the people’s reactions to her; but unable to control her body. The meltdown is very much in control, until she is able to calm her mind and body to recover.

This exchange gave me so much insight and reinforced my thoughts/approach to Mike’s meltdowns.

My approach to meltdowns developed first from an acknowledgment that my son has a disability; he isn’t engaging in these behaviors to ruin my day. He is unable to fully control his behaviors. When you view a meltdown with the same compassion, urgency and concern as you would a person having a seizure; you tend to recognize that your role is to remain calm and have a plan.

With this understanding, I developed an approach Mike’s meltdowns to help him learn to self-soothe, with the intent to help him avoid or decrease the frequency and/or severity of his meltdowns.

My approach, in essence, was to utilize calming techniques I learned in yoga.  In addition, I wanted to act as a guide for him. I kept my behaviors very ritualistic in nature. I saw significant benefit in providing a framework of consistency for my own behavior. He soon knew what to expect and it removed his fear of an unknown reaction from me. It also allowed him to slowly regulate his behavior to mine.

As soon as the meltdown began, I would move Mike to a safe surface, either carpet or a bed. I would remain silent, extremely calm and model deep breathing. Over time, he joined in the deep breathing with me. I placed NO DEMANDS on him. I simply remained physically connected. By ‘physical’ I’m not implying that I’m restraining him. I would gently place a hand on his arm, back, or leg.  On occasion, I would apply mild rhythmic strokes. I used a deeper pressure to provide sensory input, but I gauged my pressure on his reaction. At times, a simple touch was all that he tolerated. I followed his lead and never forced the connection. If he retreated, I followed him to remain physically present and connected.

If the meltdown intensified, I became more sedated. If he looked at me, I provided a compassionate smile, but no notable reactions. The only language I ever used was a simple chant, “You’re a Big Boy – You Can Do It.” I would alternate modeling the deep breathing and quietly repeat the chant to him.

Over time, Mike joined me in the breathing and chanting. My behavioral framework provided him the structure to recover from the meltdown. He could focus on and join my ritualistic behavior to regulate and calm his body and mind.

Eventually, the breathing and chanting became a tool for him to utilize to self-soothe. He would engage in them when he was under stress. I believe that he eventually began to sense his body melting down and used the breathing and chanting to regulate himself.

He continues to utilize these tools today and recently offered the strategy to his sister.

My daughter is a new driver and was navigating a drive-thru window for the first time. She wanted to switch seats with me to avoid the drive-thru. From the backseat we quietly heard, “You’re a Big Girl – You Can Do It.”


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Almost daily, I receive messages or posts from family members alerting me to the hatred that is being transmitted over the Internet.  The ‘Call to Action’ messages I receive break my heart because I understand how hurtful the words can be. We love our children and we want to protect them from being victimized by discrimination and/or hate crimes.  Many of our children/adult-children lack the ability to report crimes committed against them; many lack the ability to speak.  Even when crimes are reported, the number of prosecutions/convictions is significantly lower than the general population.  It is often difficult to prosecute when the victim cannot testify.

Our fears are real and we have no method to escape them.  For me, I try to avoid reality.  I am unable to read the horrific stories of abuse committed upon our loved ones.  When I am confronted with these stories, it takes me a very long time to recover from the images.  I truly view all people with disabilities as my family members.  While I don’t condone violence, I don’t now how parents recover without becoming criminals themselves.  Clearly, a jury of their peers (parents and loved ones) would acquit their actions – we understand the strength of unconditional love and trust.

The trust that is involved in being able to handover your non-verbal child/adult-child to another person is unlike any other.  While they are often as fragile as an infant, they lack the cuteness. Unless you know them, they can be annoying.  Over time, family members become immune to the vocalizations, repetitive behaviors, and quirks our kids exhibit.  Our normal is a very different world. Our tolerance is significantly higher and our LOVE is unmatched and unconditional.  Few can meet our standards, even when we set the bar low.

Overall, society doesn’t value our children the way we do.  Judgments and assumptions of our families flow freely and often without a filter.  We live in a time where it is still socially acceptable to exhibit feelings of hatred and discrimination toward people with disabilities.  We are a minority group and we don’t have a strong voice, making us an easy target.

I’ve experienced the shift myself, as Mike grew older bigger, and his cuteness wore off.  Mike now looks disabled and people no longer question my parenting.  While I don’t receive as much judgment, there is an uncomfortable awareness that some people display. Rarely do people seek him out to engage him or even to offer a smile – most simply avert their eyes.

In all honesty, I don’t entirely blame society for this.  There is an uncomfortable bubble of politeness that most people respect.  At times, I have put this bubble around Mike myself.  It can be exhausting dealing with the looks, even when they’re supportive and kind.

All this said, we are incapable of changing the world we live in.  We are a minority group.   We are open to discrimination and hatred that is based simply on our very existence.  Yet, we are a minority group, unlike no other.  Our members are often helpless and mute. We must rely upon a society that is often, at best, simply uncomfortable with our very existence.

How do we ever change the heart of a person who hates us without justification?  The answer is simple, we can’t and we shouldn’t waste out time trying.  We must focus on changing the discrimination that we face in our world.  I am far more disturbed by ONE incompetent ESE (Exceptional Student Education) employee than I am by THOUSANDS of anonymous people of the Internet.  They have no real power or purpose.

My Internet blogging software provides me the web URL of people who click on my blog.  There are people reading these words who do not have family members with disabilities.  They are here to rejoice in the challenges my family faces.  The ONE time I explored these links, I was outraged and ready to mount a war.  Then it occurred to me, there is not ANYTHING that I can say or do to a person who is celebrating MY life struggles.  THEIR life, evidenced by their very existence on my blog has already punished them for ME.

So, me dear friends, blinders on and stay focused on the real fights!


The Day Alec Baldwin’s Brother Turned Me Into A Liberal

I have always been socially liberal but a huge supporter of school vouchers and controlled government.  I am a Florida resident; Mike was diagnosed under Governor Lawton Chiles and was basically offered no services to treat his autism.  I supported Governor Jeb Bush and applauded the changes he implemented for Florida residents with disabilities.  I’ve lobbied for people with autism on both sides of the isle, both state and federal.

I was honored to have Senator Hillary Clinton take the time to speak with my daughter about having a sibling with autism, and then acknowledge her struggles during her speech.  I was proud that my Representative, Adam Putman recognized me on the street in DC.  My son’s voice was being heard and I was seeing change.  The best way I can define my politics is to say that I was my father’s daughter – I was a Republican.

In 2012, Governor Mitt Romney was running for President against President Barak Obama.  There was a significant amount of debate about healthcare and Medicaid issues.  Since Mike is covered under Medicaid, I truly wanted to take a closer look at what both parties were proposing.  So, there I sat, watching Martin Bashir on MSNBC – not certain who I was going to vote for:



“WTF – Did he just say, CHARITY?”

YES, his response to funding the proposed cuts for the basic care of disabled Americans was that the funds would be provided by the charitable contributions of corporations.  My son should live on CHARITY?!


The next day, I threw on my vintage Jeb Bush t-shirt, jeans, flip-flops, and my big sunglasses and headed to the Republican National Convention in Tampa.  The entire city was on lockdown and I was surprised that there were no public areas for residents. Like many locals, I wandered the street looking for politicians and/or celebrities.

During my journey, I stumbled upon the headquarters for the Tea Party compound.  Entrance to ‘the compound’ required security clearance, which I did not have.  While I was speaking with the intern holding the clipboard of approved guests, I was approached by Stephen Bannon, the director of the movie, ‘Occupy Unmasked’ and frequent Fox News Channel guest.  He is basically the Michael Moore of the Republican Party.  Long story short, Mr. Bannon, in HIS words, has “a thing for blonds” – I was cleared and he escorted me into the event.  Mr. Bannon was even kind enough to allow me to interview him for my Facebook friends.



Unable or unwilling to answer my questions, Mr. Bannon decided that I wasn’t exactly his type of blond.  He alerted security and I proceeded into the party to mingle with the other guest.



After a brief conversation with a Tea Party Radio talk-show host, I was placed ON THE AIR to discuss the proposed Medicaid cuts.  Again, it was stated to me that the Republican Party’s solution to their proposed budget cuts for the disabled was “charity”.


I left the event knowing who to vote for …


My message to ALL of my then, fellow Republicans was simple: 

My son is a Severely Disabled United States CITIZEN

– He is NOT a Charity-Case!!